Blackness was all she could see. The thumping was all she could hear, the sound of her heart circulating blood. She couldn't feel a thing, suspended in the amniotic fluid that kept her safe as she recovered. Her nutrients and water were provided by the earth, it kept her alive until now. Her whole body went into overdrive as she awoke suddenly and she was drowning now, in her bubble. She couldn't breathe. She didn't know where she was. Her saviour's final act was to release her, rescue her one last time. Her naked body hit the dirt and she was disorientated as she lay still but she knew that the cool breeze felt good against her skin. It was a warm night, for winter at least.

Once she'd collected herself mentally, she rolled onto her stomach and pushed up with her weakened arms and knees that shook under the weight of her body. She remembered, her name was Pam. After a few seconds to take a breath, she pushed on, struggling to get to her feet without the support of a nearby tree. Standing up straight, she began to feel overwhelmed, everything around her felt alive, the trees, the grass, the dirt between her toes, almost everything. Her pod. Taking a laboured step, she touched it. It was dying, its roots burned, but from the epidermis of the shell, she felt waves of heat and began to cry, she remembered this same feeling from back before she woke. Affection. Falling to her knees she sobbed.

Bang. She heard the gunshot. Her hand moved to her stomach but she found no wound or scar, the gunshot had killed her but she was alive so it couldn't have. She'd remember being dead. It hurt to remember like it was clouded with ash, anything before the affection burned her mind. But she wasn't alone, it was like she could see it behind her eyelids, the stars in the sky as she lay on the rough concrete, she could taste the blood in her mouth, but she couldn't see the face, just hair, dark curly hair.

She didn't understand, why was she here? What happened after she passed out? Who was that girl? A girl, the ash faded. Selina! Selina was there, her best friend. What happened to Selina? She had to know that she was safe, alive. With purpose, she pushed herself back up to her feet and through the bush in front of her onto a lawn. In the distance, she saw a greenhouse and a large house and began walking towards them unknowingly leaving a path of pink amaryllis flowers growing at an unnatural rate behind her.

She reached the house and slipped in through a sliding door that led into the kitchen. With the lights off, it was pitch black but Pam had no trouble finding the exit and followed it out into an open hall. It was nothing extravagant, just under the upstairs landing and around two meters wide. One end led out into the entrance hall and the other to a closed-door, with five other oak doors, including the kitchen, leading to their own rooms. On her third try, she found what she was looking for, the laundry room. Taking an oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants from the washing basket she got dressed, tucking the shirt into the pants before pulling the strings tight and tying them to stop them falling down.

"Who are you?" Pam heard from behind her.

Whirling around, she let out a small shriek and swore as she came face to face with a boy around her age, Harvey Dent.

"Your skin..." He looked her up and down.

Taking a moment Pam raised her right hand and stared it, perplexed. Dark green skin that she didn't recognise.

'Why hadn't I realised?' She thought.

"Look, please I didn't mean to break in. I'll go, please I need to find my friend she's in danger." She stammered as she gave her excuse not understanding where her voice had gone, it had been replaced by something more mature and lower in tone.

"What happened to you?" Harvey had ignored her plea, still questioning her appearance.

It was a question Pam didn't have an answer for, she remembered Selina, in the street and... Bruce Wayne, her boyfriend had been there or he had left. She was still struggling to put the pieces in her mind back together.

"I don't know." She was slow to answer, desperately trying to come up with some kind of response.

"I'm Harvey, what's your name?" Even in her state of confusion, Harvey intrigued her, he was obviously shocked seeing a woman breaking into his laundry room but he could have called for someone, a house this big had to have guards or security or something.

"Pam. My name is Pam." She felt grounded, saying it aloud. It felt like she had found her sense of self again.

"Pam, I can help you, my Dad..."

"No!" She exclaimed. "Just, please I need to find my friend."

She wanted to leave right now, run out the door and find Selina but he was blocking her only exit.

"You want some shoes to go with my clothes?" He asked her with a small smile.

Her eyes fell to her muddy feet and she nodded. Maybe she could trust this peculiar boy, so she went with her gut and followed him upstairs into his bedroom where he pulled a battered shoebox out from under his bed.

"What kind of danger is your friend in?" Harvey asked as she pulled an old pair of his mother's trainers on, one of the only things that he had managed to save before his father seemed to purge all existence of her, except for pictures, from the house. He had started drinking to forget and told Harvey that his mother's and brothers belongings we just a reminder of what he had lost, never we. He always treated it as if he was alone, even with Harvey still with him.

The shoes were slightly tight but Pam didn't complain. "Selina. She..." She wasn't sure what she should say. I was shot and woke up in a pod in your garden? Maybe she was shot too. Harvey was clearly rich, he didn't deal with lower-class problems. This was Selina. Pam thought again, she got away.

"I'm sure she's fine. She'll be with her boyfriend, she'll be worried about me." She placed her hand on his and when he met her eyes, she leant over and kissed his cheek impulsively. That's what people did to show their gratitude, wasn't it? "Thank you."

He was confused. "For what?"

"Helping me out, you're sweet." She smiled, it was true but she didn't expect his response.

"Where will they be? If you won't let me help you, the very least I can offer you is a ride." He stumbled over his words as he tried to offer her more help.

"You don't have to..."

"I insist, I can't just let you wander around in the dark."

"You're very kind." Another smile. "Do you know where Bruce Wayne's place is?"

"Bruce?"

"You know him?" Pam was surprised, what were the chances that her pod would have grown in the backyard of someone that would help her find her friend? Another thing that her saviour had done for her before it had died.

"Yeah, I know him."

The drive over was quiet. Quieter than it should have been, Pam thought. Even with her scrambled mind, she was sure that helping a girl who broke into your house and stole your clothes was strange. Surely he would have more questions, she wondered but the silence was peaceful, it gave her a chance to start failing to put the pieces of her mind back together.

Harvey gripped the wheel tightly as they pulled up on the gravel. The moment that they got into the car, regret had washed over him. His mind had been fuzzy like he had been drinking when he offered her a ride. It was almost like he was compelled to get her there, but now, not so much. She gave off a weird vibe, as if sad, scared and danger were all rolled into one and it worried him but he seemed unable to say no to her.

Climbing out of the car, Pam pulled the jacket Harvey had given her together tightly, it was colder than before and the wind blew her hair into her face. They didn't have to walk very far past the gate before they saw them. Selina and Bruce were on the fountain in front of Wayne Manor floodlights allowed Pam to see them clearly in the dark, him sitting on the edge while she balanced on the second level of it. They were laughing as Pam watched them, Harvey next to her unsure what to do as she stood frozen. How could she be laughing? How could she be happy? All she had done since she woke was worry about her friend and Selina didn't even seem to care. She didn't recognise it at first as all her feelings bubbled to the surface, the resentment, the trust issues, the love. All of it consumed in the anger that she felt right now.

Red, burning anger that consumed her mind and misted over any other thoughts. The ground beneath her feet sprouted small vines that grew exponentially fast, but Pam didn't notice them, she just wanted to hurt Bruce and Selina. He had done this, changed her. She wanted to make them feel what she felt, the betrayal but suddenly, a wave of affection, just like she had felt before she woke and the anger just washed away. Harvey had taken her hand in his.

"What are you doing?" She asked, bringing her hand up to her cheek, wiping away the tears she hadn't even realised had started to fall.

"Helping you." His smile was soft and genuine but his eyes were glazed over like he was going to cry and when Pam looked into them she felt it, his fear. Fear of her. In the same way she felt her pod, she could sense what he was feeling in her mind. She had hurt him or done something to him and he couldn't run away or call out for help because of it.

"Go back to the car." She told him and he listened, walking away immediately like a robot.

Pam wasn't sure what to think anymore. Someone she believed had helped her out of their own kindness wanted to run from her. Would he even have given her the shoes if she hadn't done something to him? She terrified him, she was a monster now and it took looking into Harvey's terrified eyes to see her own reflection. So, giving Bruce and Selina one last bitter look she followed Harvey back to his car and told him to go. Forget about her and go back to whatever he was planning on doing when they met. As his taillights disappeared into the darkness, Pam remained alone, lost in herself.


It was just another day when she heard it in her mind, felt it in her bones, it burned her to her core.

Robinson Park was the hub of Gotham City for both plant and human life. It was the only place in the city the monorail passed twice and no matter the time or weather, it was always bursting with life and that is why Pam chose it. She had turned to the only ones she could trust, the plants. Living out of the central greenhouses now bursting with life that she had cultivated, Pam had made a new life with new friends, just as Selina had.

While her memories had slowly returned, she didn't want them. Her old life seemed worlds away from the way she was living now. Free. Natural. Better. She wasn't a monster as Harvey believed, she was evolved, something nobody but the green would understand. She was no longer afraid of herself or anything else, the only reason she hid was so her abilities wouldn't make her a target. She couldn't risk being taken away, she couldn't bear to be away from her new life for a second.

All she trusted was what they told her and the trust was returned. The green showed her things, how to control her new abilities, to communicate with it and protect the plants from the outside world, but not even they could have predicted what would become known to Pam as The Robbinson Massacre. In three weeks, she had transformed the greenhouses from the baron husks they once were so much so that they were now bustling with life. Her ability to produce growth hormones from her skin had been their saving grace and now with the skill to control her newfound powers, she could do anything.

It wasn't until her new life crumbled that she realised that she was wrong. She couldn't live in isolation, in peace from the outside world. She and the green shared a common enemy, the human race. They would keep trying to destroy anything they deemed less important than them so she had to prove to them that she and the green wouldn't be stopped or hurt anymore. They were allowing humans to live on their planet, not the other way around.

The day she became overwhelmed with a sense of pain coming from all around her was the day she became enlightened, understood why the plants were attacking people the night she became her true self. When she followed it, stumbling out into the Park, her head thumping with what felt like the sound of thousands of screams in her mind. Disorientated, she stumbled closer to the sound as the screams grew louder, more pained until it disappeared like it was never there. The sound was gone but the hurt remained, she felt hollow.

The crowd was the first thing that she saw, hiding her face in Harvey's filthy hoodie, she pushed through the people she found the reason behind the cries for help. The leaves and grass had become transparent as far as the eye could see. The bark and branches frosty white and as much as Pam tried, she could feel nothing from them. Contrary to their colour, their innocence had been lost. They were dead. The green silenced. There was nothing that she could do, with all she learned and the confidence she had found, she was powerless.

Overwhelmed, by the sickening stabbing sensation of grief she felt all over her body, she stepped towards them, trying desperately to feel something other than her own pain but her pleas were met with no return, they were gone. Behind her, the crowd cheered and took photographs. Disgusting humans transfixed with tragedy. They thought it was pretty but they couldn't feel what she could, they didn't understand the horrific scene before them. When the pain became too much Pam took off in sprint through the dead plants.

Pam's screaming sobs only interrupted by her need to draw breath as she ran through the trees and each one burned her lungs, more so than it should have. The clear grass was crumbling to dust beneath her feet, killed by the same foreign chemical she could feel coursing through her veins, the same chemical that had killed the plants. Pushing through the pain she followed it to the epicentre, through the open gate out onto the street, she ran out into traffic. The beeping of a truck brought her out of her hypnotic state. She jumped as it swerved, skidding to a halt to avoid her but before she could react any further, her eyes locked onto the building sign, high in the sky.

Ace Chemicals

An Affiliate of Wayne Enterprises

Bruce Wayne. He was responsible. He was a monster. He was a murderer.


Four attempts and she had finally found what she was looking for. Bouncing around different squats for almost a month she had heard whispers of a party that Bruce would be having and finally found what she was looking for to put the final touches on her plan. The ultimate revenge.

"Now write a letter." She smirked as she stared at the invitation in her hands. "Your wife needs to know about the affair you were having."

Dr Rod Thomas nodded. Under Ivy's spell, he was unable to refuse. He had just arrived home from work from Ace Chemicals when she ambushed him with a kiss, he had expected to see Renee, his wife, but by the time he had a chance to realise her hair wasn't the right shade of red or that she wasn't wearing the perfume that he bought her for their anniversary last month, his mind was hers. The effect of Ivy's pheromones was almost instantaneous and always effective.

'You are cordially invited to celebrate the birthday of Bruce Wayne with a charity auction in memory of Martha Wayne.'

The invitation read. Selina and Bruce may have fallen out but he still cared about her and Ivy knew her well enough to know that if he called she would come, Selina proved Bruce meant more to her than she ever did time and time again. But it wasn't her life that mattered, just her death. It would break Bruce before she took away his concrete jungle and gave it back to the green. She would take away the thing he loved before taking away his home, just as he had done to her when the cleanup crew took over her greenhouses. Ivy had nothing left but she was ready to take it all back and stop Bruce Wayne, no matter what it took.

"I've finished." Rod said in a dry, emotionless voice, a far cry from his usual cheery self.

"Good." She whispered looking at the pathetic excuse of a man. His eyes were bulging and bloodshot, a side effect from her control, a problem she was close to solving. "Now take the letter opener and kill yourself, after all, you deserve it."

Leaving Rod alone, she gave him his free will back as he choked on his own blood, glad that she finally had all of the tools to make Bruce Wayne suffer the same way he had made her.